Words on a postcards from far way

Spoke of a time long ago

Laughed ourselves draft on that saturday



I'm a taxi driver

I'm a postal worker

I'm an office cleaner

I'm a striking docker

I'm a ballet dancer

I'm a Zapatista

I'm a pop singer

I'm a winner



I'm a winner, baby

I'm a winner, baby



Ole, Ole, Ole, Ole

Top of the world 

I'm on top of the world



I'm a brick player

I'm an ex-miner

I'm a single mother

I'm a bus driver

I'm a print worker

I'm a winner

I'm a winner, baby

I'm a winner, baby



Ole, Ole, Ole, Ole

Top of the world 

I'm on top of the world



Words on a postcards from far way

Spoke of a time long ago

Laughed ourselves draft on that saturday

Singning "Here We Go"



Ole, Ole, Ole, Ole

Top of the world 

I'm on top of the world



(I'm up, I'm down - I love what's not allowed